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“You don’t have nothing against Megan?” Christopher asked.
Bash shook his head. “Not a thing.”
“Fine.” He returned to his seat.
Believing a lying motherfucker wasn’t Christopher’s style, but most of his fucking club insisted on peace. He didn’t even trust Cash and Johnnie enough to clue them the fuck in on his destination. Stretch wasn’t really a killer and aligning with Christopher would put him in opposition with Cash. In turn, that might hurt Fee. Val was with CJ, Rory, Ryan, and a few other sons at the mall for Christmas shopping. Mort was dealing with personal problems. And Christopher didn’t trust Digger for a different reason. He was sure the motherfucker had said something to Megan the night he’d caught her on the phone with him and Mortician. She refused to say what.
It was the same fucking reason Derbywaswith him. As penance for that fucking night.
“I didn’t mean Meggie when I referred to revenge against someone else.”
Bash’s familiarity didn’t escape Christopher. Calling MeganMeggieand MatildaMattie.
“Who the fuck you meant then?”
“Ryder, Axel, and Ransom,” Bash announced, and yeahthatshocked the fuck out of Christopher.
His eyes widened.
Bash smirked. “Those three little motherfuckers pushed me over the fucking bridge and into the water.”
Christopher jerked. “Rule didn’t fuckin’ say his brothers were with him.”
Immediately, Bash’s smugness fell away, and he scratched his goatee, then pursed his lips. Shifted his weight. Sipped his beer.
Christopher narrowed his eyes. “Wait a fuckin’ minute. You was there another fuckin’ time?”
“I have a question, little brother.”
“Answer me, assfuck!”
“How the fuck do you figure outeverything?” Bash asked with irritation, giving away his dumb ass.
He had to die. Maybe not today. But soon. Case fucking closed.
“Suppose I want more than a quarter rock?” Bash asked. “Suppose I want that amount for each demand? Each infraction? Each person?”
He’d expected the counter. “You can fuckin’supposeall the fuck you want to. Ain’t no fuckin’ way. Iamwillin’ to give you two rocks for everything we discussed. Ononecondition.”
“And that is?”
“Leave Molly the fuck alone.” Christopher was hoping he’d get a reaction from one of the other men, but only Bash froze. Tom Harris wasn’t there. “Ain’t cuttin’ your cock off for what the fuck you did to her. If you fuckin’ do it afuckingain, I fuckin’ will. She’s Ryan’s bitch and CJ’s friend. Most of fuckin’ all, she’s a fuckin’ kid.”
“I see.”
“Do you, Bash?”
“Johnnie called me big brother. I kind of liked that.”
“Do I look like motherfuckin’ Johnnie to you?”
“Youdon’t,” Cleaner taunted. “But Ryder does.”
“The bullet finally hurtin’ you the fuck enough where you want me to put you out your fuckin’ misery, huh, motherfucker? Cuz Logan was also a fuckin’ blond, and since Ryder that dirty assfuck great-grandson.Megan a blonde, her old man was one, her ma was one, as well as her fuckin’ brother.”
“All of them are dead,” Cleaner said. “Know anything about that?”
“I shot the fuck outta Big Joe and I shot the fuck outta Snake. I ain’t touched Dinah. Anything else?”
